Tell me a little about yourself…
That’s the question nowadays, isn’t it?
Well, if I must…
So, for those of you who don’t know me (which I can’t imagine why any of you wouldn’t), my name is Zee. I was born and raised in the best city in the world, Manhattan. It’s there in the concrete jungle of SoHo that I live in an apartment no bigger than a quad in Davidson. How did I end up at Gould, in a state of never ending trees and endless winter? I’ll save that one for another post.
Besides my passion of the performing arts and heavy load of academics, the beginning of my senior year has introduced me to something unfamiliar yet so relatable: college admissions. As Ms. Libby puts it, senior year is a time to celebrate, to pursue passions, to enjoy the finale of the never ending process that is high school.
But, what she and others neglect to acknowledge is this: it’s also time to freak out about where the heck you’ll end up next fall!
My first weeks back on campus have been a blur, a blur of academics, of getting back on Bingham’s oh-so familiar stage, of catching up with friends about long lost summer adventures. But, rest assured, its a blur of worries and hopes for next year as well.
Before I knew it, it was the day before my first college interview with the University of Miami.
As far as I know, there’s only one other student at Gould interested in UM: my good friend Tuti. If you know us, then you know we love to freak out together. We actually held hands together as we walked into the Marriott in Portland, smoothing each other’s hair and asking each other if we had anything in our teeth.
Seniors, if you’re scheduled or already had an interview, you’ve probably freaked out and dreamed about running the gauntlet with monster-like creatures (mine was a sea-urchin). With Fall Parent’s Weekend and college visits around the corner, you may be thinking about it everyday. It might be nagging at you a little more than the applications themselves. And you’ve probably thought about that one amazingly hard question they ask: tell me a little about yourself.
As unbelievable as this may sound…
The interviewer was extremely nice and totally personal, and we ended up talking for over thirty minuets. I was able to present a rather short, coherent answer to that daunting question that so many have stumbled upon.
I even felt so good as to give Tuti a high-five as she passed me into her own interview, which she nailed as well.
We both survived.
If you want proof, check out our Miami poses. We’re, like, superrr cute.
Seniors, I promise you, you can do it: whether it’s an interview, a College Counseling visit, or just editing that tough essay. My interview was the first step to UM’s admissions. It’s done, and I’m one step closer to submitting the application.
Take a deep breath guys…we can do this!
P.S. Only twenty nine more school weeks before graduation! Anyone want to give me a day count on that?